Slowly Swapping: Musical Chairs

Jon entered the room. Mrs. Watson looked at him. "Five minutes, good Mr. Gibson. Now sit down. We can't afford to waste any more time on this." He started toward his seat and paused as he saw that Tiffany was in it...wearing his shirt. He looked around and saw that the only seat available was the one in the back Tiffany usually used. "What are you waiting for, Mr. Gibson?" Grumbling internally, he sat down.